#young griffith

[aczamudio]

A timelapse of my latest illustration. I just learned how to record them. What do you think? Should I post more of these?

[ifeelalot]

just guys being dudes

[hatsugiku]

I have no idea how to explain this to people outside the RP community.

@draconicmatriarch​ | @ex-mercenary​: Here’s your adopted son who likes festivals and dressing like a princess >//w//<

Please do not edit/repost. Thank you.

[ifeelalot]

[wingsofgild-archived]

Odd Jobs

@navigationprince

The salty spray of the sea was not familiar to Griffith’s childhood. However, for the past couple of months, he’s been waking up to the call of seagulls and the lull and splash of the ocean. The sun shone on his face. He sat up from the pile of folded, old sails he’s been using as a bed, and rubbed his eyes. Another day of grunt work and getting yelled at, but he was close to making a small fortune for a boy of ten, just enough to survive a trip to the capital.

In a rather chipper mood, Griffith did his morning routine, which constituted only of counting his silver coins in a hidden corner, and grabbing a bowl of porridge from an elderly woman who thought him her grandson. She was clearly senile, but she was always happy to see Griffith, sometimes even going as far as giving him little sugar rocks.

Scarfing down his breakfast, he thanked the old woman, and ran down to the docks. There was an important arrival today, some royalty or another. The men were all talking about it, but Griffith didn’t really care. As long as he got paid, he was happy.